As the door closes and Dirk makes his remark, Hades lets his eyes close for a moment as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He just needs a moment, a moment to try and fight back this headache that is pressing at the back of his eyes (a migraine, actually?), a moment to collect himself.

A moment to breathe.

Indeed, he was trying to appease Dirk in a sense, but really he merely did not want a fight anymore than Dirk did. He just left a fight, literally stabbed himself through during a fight that had far heavier stakes than this, and maybe he was hoping for some semblance of peace.

Perhaps that was too selfish of him to ask for.

Finally, after a slow, long, and controlled breath taking in and breathed out through his nose, he lowers his hand and looks up at Dirk. His expression tired, and doing little to hide this fact.

"I hope you are not too upset—that was egregious of him, even if I know he meant to do right by me. It changes not that he did wrong by you. Surely we can put this matter to rest for the time being and enjoy one another's company?"

Maybe it's foolish, but he certainly hopes so. Really, having a peaceful meal with the two of them is a small comfort he wants to indulge in, a simple concession.